in the year of my two thousand and six

if i could sail you home
your eyes would no longer be his
and the silence
i once whispered
would not have a name
or a place in your quarters

you landed on my shore
once
to rescue a woman
whom you thought battled alone
to leave with your rose
secured to your baggage
knowing what you had done

its thorns
dropped like seeds
to sprout your unspoken gospel
in which i found
myself more beautiful then you

i carry a heart
with transparent contents
and eyes that sing songs

and i'll hum for the mockingbird
in hopes of your safety
in finding the keys
that sit quietly untouched
seeking their room